Last night, I did an experiment with Mom's supper. I just threw loose hamburger, beef broth, mashed potatoes (to thicken the broth so it wouldn't be a soup), and some other stuff in a pot and cooking it. Well, it turned out ok. However, it looked and tasted vaguely familiar despite my thinking I was just throwing stuff together and basically inventing a supper I'd never make again.

Two hours or so later I finally realized why my experiment in supper seemed so familiar. I made Mom and myself S.O.S. minus the shingle for supper last night. Something I had often in my youth during scouting events.

The funny thing is I had thought to put it on a piece of bread too, but didn't. If I had, I would have truly made S.O.S by accident. lol

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not really sure what else to say

Ah, there's a bunch of stuff I should do. Although, I have less than an hour right now before I need to head off to Mom's. For me that's almost not enough time to do anything. Ah, in a book on writing fiction I'm reading, I'm up to the next practice assignment there. I should do something more productive, but I'll prob. read and at least start that assignment instead.